So far so good.

There hasn't been any fall out yet from that strange phone call. No email from a potentail client, but no, "Ha ha, you're sprung," from anyone I know either. It's been 36 hours.I'm going to do what the coach advises anyone who gets injured in a contact sport to do.Keep playing. Shake it off. Take a teaspoon of cement and harden the fuck up.TeeHee. Enough sporting cliches for one day.

A Big Mistake?

I just had the most fucked up experience, and it has rattled me. Sure, up until now this whole whore thing has been a fun little game, but I wonder if I've just totally screwed up.My phone rang. My real phone, not my filth phone. I thought it might be the agency I left a message with so answered the private number. It was a guy who asked what my rates were.I was so confused. It didn't help that

Agency Work??

This is getting boring. The managing my own business stuff. Another few fuckwits this week - one made a booking, confirmed it, and then just as I'm getting ready to drive over tries to negotiate a much lower price. Idiot. I was furious so didn't visit. And then he spent some time begging me to reconsider after having tried to wheedle extra favours and less money.Next one I thought was a set-up.

Bad move #5

Given business has been a bit slow I did some cold-calling last night. No, not totally cold. Warm-calling. Is that a sales term? I emailed some potential clients that hadn't gone through with bookings for whatever reason - unable to confirm a time, waiting for an influx of cash, couldn't unlock their balls from whatever jar they were kept in ;-)No luck.I also contacted the clients I have seen

The Sliding Scale of Slutdom

It's been a slow couple of weeks. Stood up now by a run of clients. A couple I can't even understand. They didn't set off any warning bells. All business like about booking a hotel they wanted and swapping pics and following the rules. Just -- no confirmation. Damn.Of course, I just happen to be feeling horny this week and would happily go about being a working girl. It's always the way. Someone

Client #6

I'm finally almost up to date with my stories. It's been an orgy of writing to get my last few months down on the page. I plan to keep blogging though as these adventures unfold...Client #6 was only a few days ago. He had cancelled twice before so I didn't actually think he would follow through when he popped up on line asking if I was free in the next few hours.That's the thing about doing

Sex Addict

So following on from seeing Choke I did wonder if I was addicted to sex. I did a few surveys on line and found myself on the borderline between normal high sex drive and addiction. But the crossover point was so wide that you could drive a truck through it. Seems no one knows where addiction starts.I asked a wise older friend. His view was it was a convenient insult/judgement to throw at anyone

Choke

I finally saw the movie Choke. I was the only single gal in the cinema with a whole bunch of couples. I thought it was fantastic - I laughed and laughed. So did the boyfriends in the cinema. One of them kept sneaking looks as me, as if to say, "Who is this girl that really *gets* this movie?"Mostly the girlfriends sat silently - glaring at their boyfriends for yukking it up a little too much.

Real Lovers and Paid Lovers

A few of my friends are still surprised I have some lovers that aren't "on the clock" so to speak. That just because I'm charging for it now, they thought I wouldn't be seeing anyone.I admit that it's hard to be a single girl and still participate in casual sex and dating while you're shagging on a semi-pro basis - but it is possible.The easiest way of explaining it is the way I told one friend..

# 4 Part III

Client #4 was going away on a business trip where he would be heavily supervised for the next month, so he wanted a special farewell hour. His request was double penetration on me, then me using a strap on on him too, plus the PVC outfit, plus he wanted to spank me.I joked we'd need to set up a running sheet to make sure we didn't forget anything on his to-do list. I made a big deal about it

# 4 Again

It didn't suprise me then that Client #4 wanted to come back. The second time was even more kink-filled. He wanted me to come to his office - the risk of being caught was supposedly 1 in 100. It was that factor alone I think that made it such a risky turn on.I was wet when I arrived at the naughtiness of it all and basically shoved his face into my Jay for two orgasms before he'd said hello.

Client #4

Client #4 was a good surprise. His photo showed him to look like one of the cast of The Office. So bland you'd think he would disappear into the cubicle walls at work.In person however, he was quite pleasant looking. Just scraped into my 4 beers or less fuckability system I think, but made up for it with a great accent and wonderful personality.He was the first client to request a special outfit.

Out of the Mouths of Fathers.

My dad came to see me and we went for a walk together. He said that one of his friends was working out how to use the Internet and that he'd Goggled my name. I think it must just have been my real first name, cause otherwise this story doesn't make any sense.Dad said they'd had fun and then they'd come across a web site adverting a prostitute with my name.And Dad has turned to his friend and said

Client #3

Client # 3 was a mistake. I was so keen on my new hobby I forgot to ask a few questions that have since become standard. Like - why won't you show me a photo?He'd managed to palm off the request for details and photos with some smug/funny lines about "no one has ever complained before".I didn't stop to think about that. If you're paying hundreds of dollars per hour, of course no one is going to

Telling Friends

I hate keeping secrets so I've told my brother about the escorting, and maybe half of my friends that I truly trust. So far there has only been one person I've told that I regret. And it's turning into a bit of a nightmare.I didn't realise this guy had developed a drinking problem. He gets aggressive and obnoxious. He's been with my friend for over ten years, and I guess we've drifted and don't

Competition

There is a girl I've seen on the same web sites advertising to the same market as me. At first I didn't mind, and then I did. I'm becoming invested in my little business.My issue is that she's presenting herself so badly. She's got a face pic up taken at some family holiday and she's sun burned with tan lines to boot and her boobs flopping under her halter without support. I spent heaps on my

Three letter words

I guess every work place has its own language and escorting isn't any different. I didn't know how to reply when guys wanted to know if I did PSE, or CIM, and what about Greek and Nat French?EEK. Thank goodness for the web - I learnt the lingo in no time.The answers are - no, no, depends and yes.

Client #2

Client #2 helped me figure out the difference between someone who would book and follow through, and the just-talkin'-the-talk idiots.He emailed, replied to my stand spiel with a photo and some details, picked a time and then confirmed the hour before and turned up. Wow. So simple.He worked in finance and came to visit me on the day the markets took a massive,massive fall and everyone was scared.

Quasi-Famous Guy

The first two weeks after my ads went out, I was stuck in what seemed like a never ending stream of emails back and forth, trying to figure out the real punters from the fake.In the middle I started to have this amazing email conversation with this one guy. To be honest, no one had ever written me emails so sweetly. I crossed boundaries and revealed enough myself that it was fifty/fifty if he

Stupid Rookie Mistakes

After seeing Client #1 I realised that like in any job there were things to learn, routines to memorize, etiquette to adhere to.I couldn't pull off the warm, bubbly, loving, curvy gal persona I wanted the first time round. My brain was screaming at me that I'd just crossed some invisible barrier into prostitution and there was no return. It kept asking, "How do you feel, How do you feel?"The

What's up with agencies and size?

On days when I've been stood up by a client (again) I often think about agency work. There are always ads around for girls wanted. Every now and then I inquire. Polite emails that mention my size. To date I've only had one reply with a curt "We only take models to a size 10".Sometimes I mention a bit of independent work. I'm not sure if that's a bad thing - maybe they think I'm just gonna steal

Client #1

Well a few months back I actually did write a letter to "Letters From Working Girls" detailing my first experience. Susannah didn't publish it and I'm kinda glad - it's a bit of a mess of justification, an attempt at being flippant and funny, and probably showed I was still a little bit like What the Fuck Am I Doing? Rereading it now it makes it seem like I totally did this to impress some

Crazy Potential Clients

So it's probably not legit to share an email someone sent. But I'm going to, mostly cause it's someone I'd never, ever see, and I don't think I'll hear from him again.He answered an ad online and I sent him my standard spiel about rates and photos and when I would show him some photos of myself. I asked him about his likes and dislikes in the spiel too, as I do for everyone.This was the

My rules

It's been a bit of trial and error but after a few months I think I'm pretty much set in my ways now.1) I hate answering the phone. I just hate talking to potential clients and mouth breathers. So all bookings are via email. I'm sure I cut down on clients by 80% doing it this way but I don't care. I'm not totally in need of the money.2) I prefer incalls. I read around on the internet and weighed

Back to the Beginning

I know I've kinda jumped right into this blog with a story about #5. I've been jotting down notes, and emailing some of my friends my adventures over the past few months, and they are all fascinated. So I thought I'd start to blog about it instead. So it doesn't really have an order.I don't think my friends are fascinated in the train-wreck way, but more in a "what on earth is she doing NOW"

Client #5

In the end I was only at his place for probably fifteen minutes. And he managed two orgasms and I managed one. It was like sex aerobics on speed. Like he wanted to do six positions from the Joy of Sex in world record time. For some reason his behaviour set off my gaydar. Like he was secretly a gay boy who wanted to try women on the side - but quickly and without feeling.He was fascinated by my

That's What Friends Are For

"You wanna do WHAT with my dress?"It was one of my best friends, giggling down the phone line at me as I awkwardly tried to explain. She wanted to meet me for after work (realjob) cocktails and I was trying to explain why it might be a problem all in one rushed breath."Um, it's my first ever outcall, and that little black dress you lent me for the realjob Xmas party was so hot I decided I was